Hi Everyone, I’m Sandesh, and I’m back with a second story. I hope you enjoyed my first one, ‘Jogging Partner to Sex Partner – Part 1.’ Describing myself, I am 6 foot tall and have an athletic body as I jog regularly. I have a medium complexion.
Today, I want to share an incident that happened while I was trying to get over my breakup. I was in a relationship for over three years. But things took a downturn, leading us to break up. As usual, I was depressed for a while and felt lonely.
I was doing everything I could to get over the breakup. I started a new hobby and adopted a new exercise routine to try to meet new people. However, things weren’t getting better, and I found myself in a downward spiral. A few months had passed.
To make matters worse, I found out that my ex was getting married. She invited me to the wedding in Mangalore. Initially, I was reluctant to attend. But not wanting to appear miserable in front of her, I decided to go. We had worked in the same office, and few of my friends were aware of the relationship.
One of them was Preeti (name changed), who was my ex’s best friend. We were a group of six who had travelled from Bangalore to the scenic town of Mangalore for the wedding. Preeti knew how I was feeling and made an effort to be supportive throughout the trip.
I knew Preeti was juggling a tricky situation. On the one hand, my ex was her best friend, and on the other, I was her colleague. So, she had to maintain a balance and keep things casual. We reached Mangalore the day before the wedding. We had booked a hotel in Mangalore.
It was the day before the wedding, and that evening, we had visited the beach. Describing Preeti, she was around 5’4″ tall and fair. She often wore her long hair in neat plaits. She had sharp eyebrows, and pointed nose and a v-shaped gothic jawline.
She had a beautiful figure, probably a 34-32-34. She had medium-sized breasts which looked soft and juicy. She had innocent-looking eyes and a beautiful smile. Out of the 6 people, 4 were already committed, and only me and Preeti were single.
I couldn’t quite tell if it was the solitude of being single or the enchantment of a Mangalore sunset, but I found myself truly savouring my conversations with Preeti. For the first time in a while, I was genuinely smiling and soaking up the evening’s magic.
Preeti, too, seemed to enjoy it as we were having constant conversations about each other’s lives. There didn’t seem to be any hesitation. Preeti and I ended up in deep conversations. Despite the challenges I was facing, I found solace in our interactions.
For the first time in a while, I felt a sense of genuine connection and warmth. Preeti, with her graceful demeanour and comforting presence, made the evening memorable.
It was 7 in the evening, and we needed to get ready for the pre-wedding function. We quickly headed to our rooms to change. The ceremony was in the same hotel where we were staying, so we didn’t have far to go. Preeti looked captivating in a red lehenga with a matching blouse that accentuated her figure.
She looked absolutely radiant. It was clear she was the centre of attention that evening, effortlessly turning heads wherever she went. I, too, was getting attracted towards her and was getting distracted by her figure. The event went smoothly.
After dinner, it was around 10:00 PM. Preeti had already headed to her room, and after chatting for a bit with my friends, I made my way to my room. Me and Preeti were staying in separate rooms. Her room was right next to mine, and as I walked by, I noticed that her door was slightly ajar.
Thinking it would be nice to compliment her on the evening, I knocked softly. Without much hesitation, I pushed the door open. I opened the door, uttering the words, “Hey, You looked beautiful today evening.” I opened the door fully. To my embarrassment, Preeti was in the middle of changing.
She was wearing nothing but red thong panties and a red push-up bra. Even though it was a sight to behold, I literally froze for a second, as did Preeti. She was stunned by my sudden entrance. After about five seconds, reality struck. Preeti quickly grabbed a towel from the bed and covered herself.
Still in shock, I immediately looked away, apologised, and quickly exited, closing the door behind me. However, I couldn’t stop thinking about what I had just witnessed. Seeing Preeti in her underwear was a sight that would stay with me for a lifetime. Her body was delicate, like a work of art.
Her legs were smoothly waxed, and her thighs were tender and soft. Her breasts were firm and securely supported by her bra. I felt as though I was torn in two. One part of me was consumed by guilt over what had just happened, while the other part had awakened my desires.
It had been almost a year since my breakup. This was the first time I had felt this way. I quickly retreated to my room, cursing myself for barging in without properly knocking and for the awkwardness of the last few minutes. I couldn’t believe how things had unfolded.
I was at a loss for how to respond. Should I apologise again for the awkward encounter? Or act as if nothing happened and move on? Maybe an open conversation would be best, addressing the situation directly and clearing the air.
I wasn’t sure what the right approach was. But I knew I needed to handle it with care. Summoning some courage, I picked up my phone, opened WhatsApp, and typed out a simple, “I’m sorry.” I hit send, uncertain of how Preeti would respond.
2 minutes had passed, and there was no response yet. Each passing second felt like an hour. Was Preeti mad at me? How would she react next? I kept wondering. After what felt like an eternity, my phone chimed, and it was a message from Preeti.
“It’s okay, it was my fault too. I should have fastened the latch,” she replied. I felt a huge sigh of relief.
“I am sorry again. I should have knocked harder and waited for your response,” I texted
“Let’s not please talk about this again, ever,” she replied.
I couldn’t help but admire how graceful she was in handling this situation.
Fifteen minutes had passed, and as reality slowly set in, I began to feel the weight of the situation. With Preeti’s reassurance easing my guilt, a different emotion started to take hold. It was an intense feeling of lust. I kept wondering what Preeti might be feeling at that moment.
Was she still upset with me? How would she react when we see each other tomorrow? Would things ever be the same between us? I also couldn’t shake the memory of how beautiful she looked. The image of her body lingered in my mind, and despite my attempts to push it away, it kept resurfacing.
Driven by these swirling emotions, I lay on the bed, unable to find comfort. Mangalore’s beauty was overshadowed by its heat and humidity, and the abrupt change in weather made it nearly impossible to sleep. It was 11:00 PM in the night and my mobile chimed again. To my surprise, it was Preeti.
“There?” This was all Preeti had texted.
“Yes,” I replied. “Unable to sleep?”
“Yeah, Mangalore is so hot.”
Not sure what to say, I asked Preeti if she was up for a walk. I wanted to normalise things as soon as possible. To my relief, Preeti agreed, and we decided to go for a walk. Preeti was wearing pink shorts and a matching T-shirt. The initial few moments were awkward and were filled with silence.
I couldn’t help but admire how beautiful Preeti’s legs were, perfectly waxed, soft and tender. I could also sense that she was not wearing any bra as her boobs were free. Finally, Preeti broke the ice.
Preeti: You handled it gracefully.
I was embarrassed again.
Me: Thanks to you.
Preeti: Will you move on from my body? I was referring to the function today. You didn’t seem to be depressed.
I was taken aback. I was not sure how to respond further. But I clearly knew that Preeti didn’t want to talk about our awkward encounter anymore.
Me: Yeah. Thank you. Talking to you this evening helped, also you looked beautiful at the ceremony today. Couldn’t take my eyes off you.
Preeti: That, I could notice.
By now, I was convinced that Preeti was flirting with me, and I couldn’t ignore the strong surge of desire coursing through me. The image of Preeti in her beautiful lehenga and the image of her in her innerwear kept switching back and forth. Emotions were running wild.
Me: Red suits you very well. (I said playfully)
Preeti: Thanks. I had got it specially stitched for tonight.
Me: I didn’t mean the lehenga. (It was my lust talking)
Preeti: I knew you didn’t mean it. Just wanted to see how dirty you are deep inside.
This response from Preeti opened up the floodgates. I could no longer resist.
Me: I felt like kissing you when I saw you back then. (I blurted out)
Preeti: So what stopped you? (Preeti asked playfully)
With these responses, I no longer could hold back myself. There was a surge of emotions, and I was almost getting erections. I wanted to go back to the hotel as soon as possible and take Preeti in. Preeti looked equally interested. We both seemed eager to quench our thirst.
It seemed as if the last barrier between us had been broken. We both couldn’t wait to return to our hotel rooms. We hurriedly returned, and my erections were only getting stronger by the minute. We both hurriedly took the elevator, walked across the corridor and couldn’t wait to reach the room.
As soon as I reached the room, this time, Preeti made sure to lock the door behind us. Like hungry animals, we kissed each other passionately. We were totally on to each other and wildly kissing, sucking and licking each other’s faces.
The kisses were so passionate that we had literally sucked and licked each other’s face clean. Our tongues had explored every corner of each other’s face. We quickly removed each other’s T-shirt, and as I had guessed correctly, Preeti was not wearing any bra.
But what I had not guessed was Preeti was not wearing any underwear either. Within seconds, we were both naked, and I had a huge erection. It had been more than a year since I last had sex, and I wanted to give total pleasure to Preeti to the fullest.
Preeti looked even more beautiful without any clothes. She had a fair complexion, and her skin was delicate and soft. Her breasts were tender, and her lips were delicate. Her buttocks were firm and full, and her thighs were toned. By now, her nipples had become hard and red.
The night was still young, and I pinned Preeti against the wall, sucking and licking her navel. With my arms firmly wrapped around her waist, I explored her navel deeply. Preeti closed her eyes. Her fingers ran through my hair while I continued to suck and lick her navel and waist.
Preeti moaned softly. I slowly moved down from her navel towards her inner thighs, gently squeezing her buttocks along the way. Preeti placed one of her legs over my shoulders. I could lick her and suck her in places that have never been explored before, and I didn’t mind it one bit.
Encouraged by her willingness, I sucked her pussy, simultaneously reaching for her nipples and circling them with my fingers. I was careful to avoid using my teeth as I gently sucked on her pussy lips. My tongue moved fervently over her pussy.
I could sense a shiver flowing down the spine of Preeti as I performed this. It indicated she was thoroughly enjoying this. By now, all our barriers were broken, and our communication was free. Preeti kept encouraging me with her “Yes, faster,” guiding me on how she liked it.
After what was roughly 20 minutes of foreplay, Preeti kept begging me to fuck her. “Stop teasing me and start fucking me,” were her words. Encouraged by her words, I took her to the bed and placed her knees over my shoulders. Supporting her waist with my hand and maintaining eye contact, I adjusted myself.
I inserted my dick inside her. It was butter smooth, and the moment was magical. A few hours before, I had not even imagined this to happen, even in my wildest dreams.
We were well-lubricated and in sync and thoroughly enjoyed the amount of contact with each other’s bodies. As I was fucking Preeti, there was a rush of emotions. The moments I had with my ex and the way we used to have sex all came into my mind.
But honestly, the connection I had with Preeti today seemed to dwarf all those emotions. My thrusts kept getting faster and deeper, and the room echoed with the sound of our penetrations. There was a sense of newfound freedom and calmness. I felt for the first time as I made love to Preeti.
We switched to the missionary position. Our fingers were tightly intertwined as I continued to penetrate her. I asked her if she had ever imagined that my accidental intrusion would lead to such an intimate connection between us. She replied, “There are no accidents. What is destined will always happen.”
Sex with Preeti gave me a new dimension and perspective on life. The night was still young, and we were not done yet. We tried multiple positions and had sex multiple times over the night. By morning, we both were exhausted, but I had found a new purpose in life.
A few months have passed now, and we meet occasionally to quench our thirst. Hope you liked my story. Please write to [email protected] for any feedback/comments.